Judy turned to the others and Dale nodded solemnly. It was Pauline who looked a little doubtful.
“What! Don’t you believe in her too?” Judy asked in surprise.
Pauline shrugged. “I suppose so, if she says she didn’t take them.”
“Then we all believe in each other, and it seems that even Emily Grimshaw believes in us,” Judy went on. “It appears that the next thing to do is find out who Joy Holiday is and how she could have entered the office without our knowing.”
“You’re pretty keen on solving this mystery, aren’t you?” Dale inquired.
“It’s just the way I am,” Judy replied. “I couldn’t bear not knowing. And I suspect that this Joy Holiday, whoever she is, had something to do with Miss Grimshaw’s collapse. Maybe tomorrow, if she’s in a pleasant mood, I’ll ask her about it.”
“Go easy,” Dale warned. “I’m beginning to think there’s more to this missing poetry business than may appear on the surface. What were they—very valuable manuscripts?”
“Valuable?” Judy repeated thoughtfully. “Why, I believe they were.”
“There was Golden Girl,” Irene put in. “You said that was valuable. It’s beautiful, too. I read it over and over and over——”
“You’re getting sleepy, Irene. And no wonder!” Pauline looked at her wrist watch a second time to make sure. Then she turned to Dale. “One o’clock! Oh, what a calling down I’ll get from Father if the housekeeper catches sight of you leaving at this hour of the night. Better tiptoe down the back stairs.”